Chris tugged at the canvas handle of his backpack, turning a deep pinkish color in the face. It finally let free, and him and his backpack went flying. I HATE this locker, Chris thought to himself, especially #10. Chris had just moved to Shadow Pines that August. Strange place, he could remember saying, when he saw his house, and even furthermore his school. He walked down the musty corridor, his shoulders hunched. Suddenly, SLAM! A deafaning noise broke the eerie silence. He slowly pivoted his head around to the lockers, but had no time to look. His life was cut short, and the coroner's report says that he was decapitated by what seemed to be a locker door. The door had a number on it, number 10...
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